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The Year That Wasn’t: An Homage to 2020

Would twenty twenty be a year you will sure want to forget?
Or like me would you trow this year will guide your life henceforth?
This year might have been too disastrous and that I do get,
but something special for me has this year, comrade, set forth.
Oh, I sure would remember this year,
for it did bring me to myself near.

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A new disease did slay thousands of souls beyond a doubt;
But it birthed hope, love, and many newly found, great ‘ships’.
We may have lost near, dear ones but we learnt a lot about
the true value of faith and passion, kinships and friendships.
Oh, I sure would remember this year,
for it did bring me to myself near.

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This year we worked from home, to our workplaces said ‘buh-bye!’
And then at home we joyed with our beloved ménage, kinsfolk.
When March bade to each of us that sad and alarming ‘Hi’,
we did confine ourselves to our rooms, thus becoming broke.
But I sure would remember this year,
for it did bring me to myself near.

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As this year ends, a ray of hope’s in making, we are told;
So if the end is well, all is well I shall ween and say.
This year did, after all, teach me to live in manner bold,
destroying my fears of loss and death, keeping them at bay.
Oh, I sure would remember this year,
since it did bring me to myself near.

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An homage to the year that wasn’t, hence, has become a must;
Esteem I this year, thank it from the bottom of my heart.
This year called twenty twenty was perchance unfair, unjust,
Yet I shall cherish moments well spent, pen them down on chart.
Oh, I sure should remember this year
as it did bring me to myself near.

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  1. Despite it all, I might too find it hard to forget a year like this. Too many injustices, corruption and deaths that should not ever be forgotten. Too many natural and environmental warnings that should not be ignored. This year is the bed stone upon which we should build a better kinder world for ourselves and the generations to come, for we do not want our kids to live a year like this if we can help it. Your poem is a wonder. It did “bring me to myself near”, enough to shift my priorities and figure out what it is I need to do in order to save myself from a world that’s surely speeding to its end. I know what my next step is. I know where my endgame lies. Major kudos to you.

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